All posts tagged Comfort

HEREI wake up here, to the sweet sound of nothing To the peace and the quiet inside my head To a hush, hiding in the dark In the drowsy tranquility of your bed I get lost in the deep lull of my thoughts In the dulcet tones of my repose I hear the faintest echo of your breathing as it comes, and ever so gradually goes

I hear your body move across the sheetsYou graze my ear, as you touch my hair My arm brushes slightly against the duvet as I reach to find you there I feel the weight of your head upon my chest I feel the warmth of your hand on my thigh The silence is broken, for the briefest moment by the contented exhale of my sigh

Here, in the calm of your presenceHere, with the ease of your touch There is a peace, here in this quietAnd it’s telling me so much In the comfort of our silence Here, within this soothing serenity I close my eyes, and I listen, and Sunday morning whispers to me

If there were just a few more hoursto this perfect time of day If only, the din of our realities would kindly stay away If we could just keep the afternoon on the other side of the door We could stay here, in the stillness and I could hold you, a little more

No words that I need to say hereIn the peace of this quiet, I knowI want to hold on to this feeling, and to never let it go Here, in the comfort of our silence There is no place I’d rather be I close my eyes, and I listen,as Sunday morning whispers to me

I am still not used to it.Both of them only half the timewas hard enough to accept.Then the teenage years cameand they became independent.Half the time becamehalf the time, half the time.Then came graduation,and jobs, and university for one.And now it’s half of them,half of half the time.In less than a year and a halfit will be none of themalmost all the time.That’s life, I suppose…

NEST

Our new family home,that I bought to shareA shell of a house without you there Echoes in the halls Walls, inside of walls Some framed with memories,some still bare

Never seems as brightwhen you are goneA dim comparison, with half the lights on
Darkness under a shadeBeds perpetually madeA window with a view,with the curtains drawn

Down, in the basement Alone, in the yard I knew it would hit me, just not this hard
A simple fact of life, but it feels like a test They spread their wings, and they leave the nest

I wander and I wonder,cleaning up for oneSwept up in thoughts of youuntil the work is doneA vacuum, and a broomThe dust in your roomFaint specks of yesterday,settled, and then none

The quiet of the night,
the silence of compromise
Calendar on the fridge,
cold comfort, as time fliesCircles, that tell me whenTwo weeks until thenA small glimmer of hope,
faint in a father’s eyes

Empty, in your bedroomAlone, at the tableI glance to your pictures,when my heart feels able

Sad solace in knowing that it’s for the best When life calls them, and they leave the nest

We looked mostly straight ahead,the first time we met Walking, and small talking, already at ease, as I got to my car Yet, within the messages, that lead us to that point,I knew the enormityof getting that far

No sense of hasteas we leisurely walk Steadily paced in time and talkSelf discovery, together,
with no real clockFeeling more familiar with every block

We have picked up the pace, as we’ve moved along Both ready and content to be moving on Putting miles, and smiles, between us and the past The more we’ve walked The further we’ve gone

Continual but careful steps,on a path to each other, Patience, and anticipation, for what we have in storeSo far, so very good, for us, From nerves and hesitation, to comfortable conversations, to moments meant for more

Nights plannedfor more time aloneAs we delve, we understandour shared unknown Time well spent, together,
we can call our ownHand around hand, in our comfort zone

Everything, and time, plenty for us to discoverOur subtle intricacies,strides for you with meWalking and talking, as we ease into us,Heading toward whatever, whenever that may be

Dinner I will raise a glass tonight and drink to you. Red wine with dinner or, perhaps, a cold beer. I will imagine, as I sometimes do, what it would be like if you could still be here.

The wonderful comfort of a family gathering. A backyard barbecue or, perhaps, a dinner out. I will remember, as I often do, all the little things that this life is about.

The simple satisfaction of a table set for many. Candles on a birthday cake or, perhaps, an apple pie. I will look around, as I usually do, feel extremely fortunate and know exactly why.

Tonight, I will say a few words in honour of you Norm.Break bread with your granddaughtersand, perhaps, toss a salad in a bowl. Sit at the head of the table, as I proudly do, as a kind and giving father content in his role.
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You would be eighty-five today, if you were with us. There is one less table setting so, perhaps, you are not. But we celebrate you today, as we always will, because this birthday meal gives us food for thought.

Wavelength
Apart in our own worlds Regrettable but inevitable Too much time in between. Some texts and a phone callReflective two hour drive Back to where we’ve been.

Always able to continue Exactly where we left offThe bond will always hold.Seamlessly joined together Cohesive and carefree Like yesterdays of old.Vicarious rock and rollSymbiotic music appreciation Smiles and affirmative glances.
Twenty minute trade-offsGuitars and emphatic drumsMeandering random dances.

Age irrelevant atmosphere Perpetually young of heart Suspended in our prime.Reluctantly grown men Trading personal tracks While losing track of time.

Irreplaceable friends Life long brothers Taking time to play. The comfort in knowing That our yesterdays Can always be today.

Embraces and honesty No subject we can’t broach Confronting life with laughter. Best men, best buddies Beside for ups and downs Before, during and after.
Team and battery mates Sharing one wavelength Signals and tell tale signs. Uncommon commonalities References unique to us Through life and like minds.

Perogies, and perspective New friends, community, drinks The comfort in knowing What the best in us thinks—–

Live music for what ails me, My spirit needing a lift The Black Sheep beckoned My own pre-Christmas gift

‘A Weber Brother’s Christmas’… That had to be good for my soul I was alone, and a few hours early So, it would be fresh air and a stroll
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Intending to bide some time,
I curiously opened your door
Just looking for a unique pint
What I found, was far more

At first, it was exactly what I wanted A small crowd, and ‘Perogy Night’!Easing into the Kaffé 1870 atmosphereSomething about it, feeling just right

It didn’t take very long, however The numbers began to grow For live music and a fundraiser More and more locals, I came to know

Kaffé 1870, Wakefield for Refugees
An awaiting host, a timely cause A community coming together Just like that, and just because

Words from the dedicated organizers,
A gregarious councillor, made everyone smile
The people, the closeness, the obvious warmth
My trip, already, well worth its while

It would become hard for me to leave‘Godknowswhat’ was sublime
Extremely accomplished musiciansDonating their talent, and their time

I couldn’t count all of the terrific chats I had found, in just a few hours But, what I will never underestimate Is community, and its obvious powers

Seeing the good in so many people And knowing, when I hear it
Experiencing your generosity And sharing in your spiritA raffle ticket, some Bean Fair coffee, For my table, another round I had donated, but felt like the recipient As I departed, Black Sheep bound
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Two Weber hours later After another fantastic show It was time for me to leave But, I didn’t really want to go

Reflecting, smiling again, And thinking, alone in my car About an extremely fortunate family About just how lucky they are

I choose time alone when I simply want to be nearer to myself my solitude and me

A discreet place to revitalize my mind Leaving the mess of the world behindDiscovery within my solitary den Deciding where and how and when Choosing to get lost, in order to find A matter of self-reflection, that’s undefined A substance of silence that finds my pen Feelings are sought and selected again

I need to escape to where I should be closer to myself my solitude and me

I seek out true serenity comfort in where I will be right there beside myself my solitude and me

A secluded place where my soul can stay Understanding the world, by turning away Immersed within my distinct seclusion Savoring quality time without intrusion Choosing the hours, from day to day To do my own thing, in my own way Lured by a tranquility that’s paper thin My particular private selfish place within

I choose this time alone so I can just be content with myself my solitude, and me

This peaceful place where I have grownRecognizing the richness of self-unknown Perception within my mind’s eye Seeing the strength and knowing why Choosing to internalize, on my own Joined by my thoughts, I am never alone Together we laugh, we learn, we try Finding perspective with myself and I